More beauty ahead,Always more than behind,Colors change again – shapes morphAs they fall behind.Mountains come and go,Streams and lakes,Oceans and beaches,Farms come before they come,And pass…But the road remains.

The road may not always be smooth,It may be slick from oil,Wet from rain,Dirty, Pot-hole ridden,Bumpy,Cracked,But it is still the road,and life is better with one thanwithout.